And, crown'd with all the season lent, The path by which we twain did go, Which led by tracts that pleased us well, Through four sweet years arose and fell, From flower to flower, from snow to snow. And we with singing cheer'd the way, And, crown'd with all the season lent, From April on to April went, And glad at heart from May to May. But where the path we walked began To slant the fifth autumnal slope, As we descended, following Hope, There sat the Shadow feared of man; Who broke our fair companionship, And spread his mantle dark and cold, And wrapped thee formless in the fold, And dulled the murmur on thy lip. And bore thee where I could not see Nor follow, tho' i walk in haste, And think that somewhere in the waste The Shadow sits and waits for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE IN FORM OF A BALLAD TO HIS FRIENDS by FRANCOIS VILLON THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT; AN ODE ATTEMPTED IN ENGLISH SAPPHIC by ISAAC WATTS THE LAMENTATION OF THE OLD PENSIONER (1) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TWELVE SONNETS: 5. GLAD SEASONS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ELEGIAC SONNET TO A MOPSTICK by WILLIAM BECKFORD THE THINKER'S VISION by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |